The heavy buckshot shells launched from Su Jin's hand, rocketing straight toward Liang Cui's face.
However, she had already anticipated the move, tracking his frantic unloading animation with predatory focus.
The moment the brass left his fingers, she blurred into motion, darting behind Fu Hu for cover.
With his desperate gambit dodging empty air, attempting the same trick twice was impossible.
Shaking off the residual pheromones, Cheng Du plunged back into the fray alongside Fu Hu.
The melee devolved into a bloody, grinding stalemate. Su Jin's brows locked together as the edges of his vision began to swim.
Liang Cui's intoxicating allure came crashing back into his nervous system like a tidal wave.
"Hah..." Su Jin wheezed. Ignoring the painfully obvious tent in his boxers, he began viciously pinching his own thighs.
Goddamn it!
This mutated freak was physically weaker than him, yet her biological toolkit was a flawless, devastating counter to his very existence.
He couldn't let Fu Hu and Cheng Du die. But short of literally castrating himself, what other tactical options did he have?!
As he mentally weighed the strategic pros and cons of impromptu genital mutilation...
The rooftop access door was violently kicked open once again.
Zhang Wan's panicked screams echoed onto the roof.
"Qingdai! Have you lost your mind?! Get back here!"
A fresh sheet of icy sweat drenched Su Jin as he whipped his head around.
Fu Qingdai was charging onto the battlefield, her head tucked low, lugging two massive, bulging plastic bags.
At the ten-yard mark, she planted her foot and began spinning in place like a human centrifuge.
Su Jin's heart leaped into his throat. "Qingdai! What the hell are you doing?! Fall back!"
Fu Qingdai ignored him, building up devastating rotational momentum.
She became a blurring vortex, rapidly closing the distance to Su Jin's flank.
Right as Su Jin reached out to tackle her, she unleashed a piercing war cry: "Dad! Brother Cheng! Hit the deck!"
With the release of tension, Fu Qingdai launched the two bloated plastic bags like Olympic hammer throws, sending them hurtling straight for Liang Cui!
Fueled by the dizzying centrifugal force, the heavy payloads carved through the air faster than Su Jin's thrown ammunition.
Operating on pure survival instinct at the sound of her voice, Fu Hu and Cheng Du violently dove backward.
Liang Cui snapped a glance at the incoming projectiles. Identifying them as mere plastic shopping bags, she sneered and moved to intercept them while maintaining pressure on Fu Hu.
As the payloads reached point-blank range, she threw a casual, armor-piercing jab straight through the plastic!
SQUELCH. The plastic ruptured, detonating a catastrophic payload of viscous sludge and stagnant liquid.
A biblical deluge of human feces and fermented urine exploded over the battlefield.
The apocalyptic blast coated Liang Cui and Fu Hu from head to toe, splattering thick shrapnel across Cheng Du's tactical pants... The three combatants instantly froze, completely short-circuiting.
Pure, unadulterated euphoria hijacked Su Jin's brain as he stared at Fu Qingdai in sheer awe.
Those were the communal waste bags from the survivor center's makeshift toilets!
The absolute tactical genius of this girl!
Fucking brilliant! That succubus was going to mentally break!
He didn't care how mutated or depraved her Ability was; nobody on earth could maintain sexual arousal while completely coated in human shit!
"Outstanding maneuver!" Su Jin roared, his morale hitting the stratosphere as he charged forward, ready to beat her into a bloody, urine-soaked pulp.
"That's what you get, you filthy whore!" Fu Qingdai spat, aggressively venting her disgust before immediately turning tail and sprinting back toward the stairwell.
After an agonizing second of frozen shock, Fu Hu was the first to reboot his brain.
He hurled a devastating right hook, flinging literal soup and chunks as his fist sailed toward Liang Cui.
Liang Cui, dripping with vile slurry, instinctively raised her guard.
Their forearms collided, but the extreme lubrication of the human waste caused their guards to slip. Fueled by the 'fruit of everyone's labor,' Fu Hu's fist glided past her defense and slammed directly into her jaw.
In horrifying slow motion, Fu Hu retracted his fist, drawing thick, fibrous strings of sludge between his knuckles and her cheek. Stray corn kernels hung suspended in the air, dancing alongside brownish vegetable matter and pungent yellow curry.
The sheer kinetic force distorted Liang Cui's delicate features, popping her cherry lips wide open. The moment her cognitive functions caught up to the situation, she snapped her mouth shut in sheer terror!
But the momentum had been too great. The vile, stringy mess coating her cheeks had already slid right past her teeth.
She might have been a mutated Disguised Infected, but her biology still adhered to baseline human disgust.
After all, not even mindless Zombies ate shit.
Pushed to the absolute brink of psychological collapse and physical nausea, Liang Cui's survival instincts hit redline!
Through a hazy, yellow-tinted visor of filth, she locked onto Su Jin's rapidly approaching figure.
Abandoning all finesse, Liang Cui swept her arm, flinging a crescent of urine to blind Fu Hu, then violently spat a mouthful of feces to force Cheng Du back.
Simultaneously, she dug her heel into the concrete, kicking up a tidal wave of the yellow river directly into Su Jin's path.
Su Jin had vastly underestimated her feral desperation. A boiling, stinking tsunami of biological warfare crashed toward his face, and he had far too much forward momentum to brake!
Su Jin's eyes bulged with pure horror. He threw his arms up to shield his face, taking the brunt of the horrific payload across his bare chest and boxers...
To make matters worse, his tactical socks hit the freshly lubricated fecal zone. He completely lost traction, hydroplaning uncontrollably across the roof.
In the span of a single heartbeat, amidst the suffocating miasma of raw sewage.
Liang Cui's horrific, utterly unhinged battlefield improvisation.
She had weaponized their own biological hazard, breaking the encirclement of three elite fighters and carving a disgusting, slippery path to survival!
As the men scrambled for footing, Liang Cui shot one last, unimaginably hateful glare at the retreating Fu Qingdai before detonating the muscles in her legs and vaulting off the edge of the roof.
Bounding off the exterior walls of the activity center, she disappeared into the urban sprawl, leaving a sickening trail of brown drips in her wake.
By the time Su Jin regained his balance and lowered his soiled arms...
His eyes were injected with blood, the muscles in his jaw twitching with a murderous, feral rage.
Staring at her escape route, he unleashed a primal roar, tracking the splatters of feces as he bounded after her into the city!
Back in the stairwell, the civilian squad stood completely paralyzed by the sheer, unmitigated horror they had just witnessed.
Watching her stoic, powerful husband get transformed into a literal shit-golem, Zhang Wan grabbed Fu Qingdai by the ear. "You little brat! Who told you to pull a stunt like that?! Look what you've done to your father! Couldn't you see your brother was already pushed to the brink?!"
Fu Qingdai's face was the color of chalk as she shrank away. "Mom, I'm sorry... I didn't think the blast radius would be that big..."
"It's fine! Everyone is alive!" Sister Liu quickly intervened to de-escalate. "The girl had the right tactical idea, the execution was just a bit messy... It'll wash right off. Hurry, let's haul some water upstairs."
....
Ten agonizing minutes later, Su Jin trudged back onto the rooftop, radiating a suffocating aura of depression. Crusty flakes of drying filth flaked off his skin with every step.
The civilians had retreated to the ground floor. Fu Hu and Cheng Du were still marooned on the roof, the biohazard coating their bodies rapidly hardening into a pungent, tactical crust...
Seeing their leader return, the two shit-caked warriors looked up in hopeful misery.
Su Jin just shook his head, his voice hoarse with venom. "I lost her... Fuck!"
"Ah, we can't blame you. That bitch was too vicious," Fu Hu sighed, his shoulders slumping. "Sister Liu went to haul up the water reserves, she should be here any second."
Moments later, Sister Liu breached the roof. She was armed with three plastic washbasins, a bundle of ragged towels tucked under her arm, and a heavy industrial bucket of water.
She arranged the three basins on the concrete and topped them off.
Staring down the three catastrophically soiled men, Sister Liu audibly gulped and took several large steps back. "Hurry up and scrub down. We don't have much water, so you'll have to make do with sponge baths. We've got plenty of cheap perfume downstairs to kill the lingering stench, though."
"Uh, Director Su..." Sister Liu stammered, awkwardly averting her eyes.
Su Jin stared into the middle distance. "Sister Liu, we're all family here. Just spit it out."
"Right, okay." Sister Liu grimaced. "Sir, since you're only wearing your underwear... I think you're going to need to scrub deep."
Su Jin choked. A fresh wave of apocalyptic embarrassment washed over his already broken psyche. "Sister Liu, please, just stop talking! Just grab me some fresh clothes from my bag, I am begging you!"
"R-Right away!"
Flashing an incredibly strained smile, Sister Liu turned and practically sprinted down the stairs.
The three men were left alone on the desolate roof. With dead, hollow eyes, they grabbed their respective water basins and dispersed to find isolated corners to mourn their dignity.
Su Jin stared down at his discarded tactical gear and his leather briefcase, feeling a microscopic shred of comfort.
Thank God he was a paranoid hoarder. His briefcase was still packed with emergency Coca-Cola. If the water ran out, he would just bathe in the soda.
Coke was an industrial-grade toilet cleaner in the old world; it would definitely strip the biohazard off his skin! Plus, he had a fresh change of clothes!
Lugging his water basin behind the rusted rooftop access unit, Su Jin claimed his sad little shower stall.
He peered around the corner like a paranoid rat to ensure no one was watching, then set the basin down.
He stripped completely naked, leaned over the plastic basin, and furiously began executing rapid-fire, one-handed push-ups.
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